Dirty & Sweet (Malachi Brothers 1)

Dirty & Sweet (Malachi Brothers 1)
Megan Slayer
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Copyright ©2020 Megan Slayer

Alex Malachi ran his fingers through his hair and debated his next move. He’d been without a woman for a year now and wanted companionship. Strike that. He wanted a playmate. Someone soft and sensual. Someone who could handle his dark side and still come back for more. Someone who wasn’t interested in giving him shit because of his profession.

Did she exist? Fuck if he knew.

He strode through the Indigo Club to his usual box. Most of the time he wanted privacy at the club. Tonight, he wanted to switch things up. He had a good idea what kind of woman he preferred, but not who.

Dante, his younger brother, stood at the entry of the private box. “Here again?”

“You’re here, too, aren’t you?” He didn’t dislike his brother, but of his two brothers, Dante drove him the craziest. “So?”

“What are you trying to do? Bankrupt the family?” Dante followed him into the box. “Or are you here for a business deal?”

“If I said deal, you wouldn’t believe me.” He sank into his favorite blood-red overstuffed chair. “Why are you here?”

“I’m overseeing the goods and the take.” Dante sat beside him. “This is our highest profit club, and I want to see how I can replicate it over in Worthington Heights. I’m seeing a lot of tits and bare asses, but no sex. Is that what draws them in? The lack of sex? Or is it that the customer thinks he can join and will eventually get a chick to fuck him?”

Alex gritted his teeth. His brother lived to make a buck. Alex did, too, but he wasn’t as bold about his intentions. Money made the world go ‘round, but a firm grasp on the club and power helped. “Guys come to the club because they want to get their rocks off. They want a fantasy. The girls are hot, the spankings hotter, and there are a bunch of subs dying for a master. That’s what keeps the money rolling in.” That and the booze sales. Fuck. He knew damn well they’d get shut down if the Feds found out not everything they sold was strictly legal, but the money was good, and it kept the clients happy.

Besides, what the Feds didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Dante opened the curtain. “There are some real lookers out there tonight. Lots of paying customers, too. I hear there’s one hell of a whipping demo going on later.”

“So I’m told.” He sipped the whiskey left for him and swept his gaze over the girls. None of them caught his fancy. Maybe he’d been to the club too many times. Maybe he didn’t want to meet any of them.

A thin girl strutted across the edge of the main playroom. Her navy-blue pasties glittered as she moved. Her breasts weren’t large, but enough to hold on to during sex. The thong left little to the imagination. She’d pulled her blonde hair up in a ponytail with a blue ribbon. The look screamed wholesome, yet sexy as fuck. His mouth watered. He must’ve missed her when he’d appraised the room. Something about her called to him. He opened his mouth to request her, but realized he wasn’t alone. “Dante, blow.”

“Excuse me?” Dante crooked his eyebrow. “You’re dismissing me?”

“Yes.” He glared at his brother. “Check the stocks of whiskey and champagne behind the bar. See if we’re low.”

“No.” Dante folded his arms. “I saw who you were staring at. She’s young.”

“Go away.” He wasn’t good at being nice to his brother, not when Dante didn’t cooperate. He snapped his fingers. Lloyd, the bartender for the private boxes, arrived a moment later.

“Sir?” Lloyd brought in a tray with a fresh glass of whiskey.

“Take Dante back to the bar for a check of the stocks.” He accepted the drink and resumed staring at the skinny blonde. She did appear young, but she wouldn’t be working at the Indigo if she were underage.

Dante growled, but followed Lloyd out of the box. Alex relaxed. He did better with women when his brother wasn’t lingering. He strode to the edge of the box and sipped his drink. The moment she strayed over by the box, he’d summon her.

The blonde picked up two empty wine glasses and a bottle. When she strolled up to the box, she stopped short. “Sir?”

“Put those down. I want you.” Alex leveled his gaze. “Now.”

“Yes, Sir.” She abandoned the glasses and bottle in the nearby bus tub, then wiped her hands on the towel and joined him in the box. Her breasts jiggled with each step, and the pasties caught the light.

Christ, he wanted to touch her.